Christine Feehan by After Twilight

Author:After Twilight [Twilight, After]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Falcon, in the form of an owl, peered at the ground far below him. He could see the

ghoul’s truck through the thick vegetation. It was tilted at an angle, one tire dangling

precariously over a precipice. A second owl slipped silently out of the clouds,

unconcerned with the wicked wind or lashing rain. Falcon felt a stillness in his mind,

then a burst of pleasure, of triumph, a glowing pride in his people. He knew that lazy,

confident glide, remembered it well. Mikhail, Vladimir Dubrinsky’s son, had his father’s

flair.

Falcon climbed higher to circle toward the other owl. It had been long since he had

spoken to another Carpathian. The joy he felt, even with a battle looming, was

indescribable. He shared it with Sara, his lifemate, his other half. She deserved to know

what she had done for him; it was she who had enabled him to feel emotion. Falcon went

to earth, landing as he shifted into his own form.

Mikhail looked much as his father had before him. The same power clung to him.

Falcon bowed low, elegantly. He reached out, clasping Mikhail’s forearms in the manner

of the old warriors. “I give you my allegiance, Prince. I would have known you

anywhere. You are much like your father.”

Mikhail’s piercing black eyes warmed. “You are familiar to me. I was young then. You

were lost to us suddenly, as were so many of our greatest warriors. You are Falcon, and

your line was thought to have been lost when you disappeared. How is it you are alive

and yet we had no knowledge of you?” His grip was strong as he returned the age-old

greeting between warriors of their species. His voice was warm, mellow even, yet the

subtle reprimand was not lost on Falcon.

“Your father foresaw much in those days, a dark shadowing of the future of our

people.” Falcon turned toward the truck teetering so precariously. He began to stride

toward the vehicle, with Mikhail in perfect synchronization. They moved together almost

like dancers, fluid and graceful, full of power and coordination. “He called us together

one night, many of us, and asked for volunteers to go to foreign lands. Vlad did not order

us to go, but he was very much respected, and those of us who chose to do as he asked

never thought of refusing. He knew you were to be Prince. He knew that you would face

the extinction of our species. It was necessary for you to believe in your own abilities,

and for all our people to believe in you and not rely on those of us who were older. We

could not afford a divided people.” Falcon’s voice was gentle, matter-of-fact.

Mikhail’s black eyes moved over Falcon’s granite-honed face, the broad shoulders, the

easy way he carried himself. “Perhaps advice would have been welcomed.”

A faint smile touched Falcon’s sculpted mouth, hinted at warmth in the depths of his

eyes. “Perhaps our people needed a fresh, new perspective without the clutter of what

once was.”

“Perhaps,” Mikhail murmured softly.

The ghoul had climbed from the truck and moved around the vehicle as if examining

it. It didn’t look up at the two Carpathian males, or acknowledge their presence in any

way.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.